It's amazing how a few things change the way a space looks and feels. In my head, I'm not a materialistic person and I certainly don't crave 'things' as such but over the last couple of years I've come to realise that there are certain things that are part of who I am and make me feel at home.
I deliberately chose not to disrupt the home I left behind, because that felt so unfair to the people still living there, and life has gone on without falling apart - it is surprising how little you really need to get by day to day.
But now we are all moving on, and the old place is being packed up , I have finally been able to repatriate a few things. And I have been surprised at just how much pleasure that has given me and what a sense of homecoming I have had because of those little things. I am smiling at my crochet cushions as I write this and today I brought this back...
This clock was in the house I grew up in and there is something incredibly comforting in its familiarity. I just love it.
I am, finally, looking forward to whatever the future has to hold and feeling more positive about where I'm heading. Looking forward to 2014.